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Thursday, 24 April 2014

Running straight into a wall from the
get go with a completely unrelated opening paragraph, but what the
hell is up with hayfever? I'm in a room, it's a lovely day outside
but as per the requirement of not feeling like shit, all the windows
are tightly shut. It's boiling in here and I hate it, but it's the
only thing I can do given that all the hayfever pills in the shop are
sold out and I don't have to fan to cool the room. And yet, I'm still
ill. Where is the pollen? How is it getting in here? I know pollen is
small but it can't be squeezing in here. Also, I thought pollen only
travelled on the breeze of the wind. I don't believe that any more. I
think pollen has a covert and malicious nature to actively hunt me
wherever I may try and escape.

Maybe I'm just allergic to the sun and
just always assumed it was hayfever. I've spent enough time cooped up
in rooms with the curtains closed for it to be possible for the sight
of sunlight to have become disgusting to me on the violent physical
level. But oh well, I guess today is going to be a bad day. The only
solace I can take from that is that it's at least not an interesting
bad day, so I can't remember it vividly enough for it to traumatize
me in the future. It can just fall back in with the general mass of
bad days that I can vaguely regret on my death bed.